Fun
Title: Fun
Author: little_dollface
Word Count: 630
Rating: T
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Notes/Warnings: AU, blatant use of a cliché, not very Halloween-y. Much thanks to Kitty for the quick beta. Written for pokecharm at dmhghalloween.
“I know Peeves saw us. Someone will be coming soon to let us out,” Hermione reasoned to herself.
“You can’t be too sure of that.” Malfoy chuckled. “Peeves is probably prancing about the halls, going on and on about how you trapped me in here so you could have your way with me.” He laughed even louder at the horrified look on her face.
He was obviously trying to bait her. Even if that was true, no one would believe such lies.
Deciding it was best to just ignore him, she settled in with a book while they waited - she was never without something to read. She silently praised herself for always being prepared for this kind of situation. It had certainly come in handy last month when she’d gotten trapped in a very similar broom closet with Hannah Abbot.
“But that is why you pushed me into this closet, isn’t it,” he said suggestively.
She huffed. “You’re impossible. Just be quiet. We’ll be let out in a few minutes.” It was like being trapped with a child.
He scooted closer to her and peered over her shoulder. “So, what are you reading?”
She slammed the book shut and pointed to the other side of the closet. “This would really work best if you sat over there.” He was too close.
“But I want to sit here.” Right. Of course he did. Whatever it took to annoy her the most.
“Honestly, Malfoy, I did not push you. It was an accident.”
“You positive about that?” he said, holding her gaze as he reached across her lap to snatch one of the books atop her pile of reading material. She held her breath as his arm grazed the tops of her knees on its return trip.
“Absolutely!” she said in a way that would leave no doubt in his mind. And she knew better than to believe that he actually felt hurt, even if he looked that way.
They both sat in uncomfortable silence for a while. Not exactly silence. Malfoy sure could make heck of a show out of turning a page. She’d never heard anyone create such a racket while reading a book. He was definitely intent on aggravating her.
The loud page-turning suddenly stopped and she could almost feel his glare on her cheek. The second she looked over at him, she knew it was a bad idea.
“ I am right,” he exclaimed, apparently seeing something in her expression that couldn’t possibly be there. “You want to kiss me, don’t you?”
No. She would never do such a thing. In fact, she’d never even entertained the thought of kissing him. Well, that wasn’t true, she reminded herself. Last month, Ginny had told her all in a tizzy about how she’d caught Malfoy and Tracey Davis snogging the life out of each other in the Quidditch supply room. Hermione blushed slightly, thinking about how she’d for a brief second imagined herself as the one being snogged. It was so annoying when her brain did things like that.
Malfoy move closer.
Flustered and her train of thought broken, she realized she’d left his question unanswered. “Yes.”
Wrong answer. He grinned triumphantly.
“No,” she said quickly, trying to correct things. But it was too late. His hands were already on her face, which felt surprisingly good. Protesting his advances might have seemed like a good idea but the words simply weren’t there. Before she knew it her eyes were shut and his lips were on hers.
The click of the lock being opened jolted her and she immediately pushed Malfoy away. He seemed unfazed as he leaned in to her ear and whispered, “Well, this was fun. Let's do it again sometime,” right before striding through the newly open door.
Author: little_dollface
Word Count: 630
Rating: T
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Notes/Warnings: AU, blatant use of a cliché, not very Halloween-y. Much thanks to Kitty for the quick beta. Written for pokecharm at dmhghalloween.
“I know Peeves saw us. Someone will be coming soon to let us out,” Hermione reasoned to herself.
“You can’t be too sure of that.” Malfoy chuckled. “Peeves is probably prancing about the halls, going on and on about how you trapped me in here so you could have your way with me.” He laughed even louder at the horrified look on her face.
He was obviously trying to bait her. Even if that was true, no one would believe such lies.
Deciding it was best to just ignore him, she settled in with a book while they waited - she was never without something to read. She silently praised herself for always being prepared for this kind of situation. It had certainly come in handy last month when she’d gotten trapped in a very similar broom closet with Hannah Abbot.
“But that is why you pushed me into this closet, isn’t it,” he said suggestively.
She huffed. “You’re impossible. Just be quiet. We’ll be let out in a few minutes.” It was like being trapped with a child.
He scooted closer to her and peered over her shoulder. “So, what are you reading?”
She slammed the book shut and pointed to the other side of the closet. “This would really work best if you sat over there.” He was too close.
“But I want to sit here.” Right. Of course he did. Whatever it took to annoy her the most.
“Honestly, Malfoy, I did not push you. It was an accident.”
“You positive about that?” he said, holding her gaze as he reached across her lap to snatch one of the books atop her pile of reading material. She held her breath as his arm grazed the tops of her knees on its return trip.
“Absolutely!” she said in a way that would leave no doubt in his mind. And she knew better than to believe that he actually felt hurt, even if he looked that way.
They both sat in uncomfortable silence for a while. Not exactly silence. Malfoy sure could make heck of a show out of turning a page. She’d never heard anyone create such a racket while reading a book. He was definitely intent on aggravating her.
The loud page-turning suddenly stopped and she could almost feel his glare on her cheek. The second she looked over at him, she knew it was a bad idea.
“ I am right,” he exclaimed, apparently seeing something in her expression that couldn’t possibly be there. “You want to kiss me, don’t you?”
No. She would never do such a thing. In fact, she’d never even entertained the thought of kissing him. Well, that wasn’t true, she reminded herself. Last month, Ginny had told her all in a tizzy about how she’d caught Malfoy and Tracey Davis snogging the life out of each other in the Quidditch supply room. Hermione blushed slightly, thinking about how she’d for a brief second imagined herself as the one being snogged. It was so annoying when her brain did things like that.
Malfoy move closer.
Flustered and her train of thought broken, she realized she’d left his question unanswered. “Yes.”
Wrong answer. He grinned triumphantly.
“No,” she said quickly, trying to correct things. But it was too late. His hands were already on her face, which felt surprisingly good. Protesting his advances might have seemed like a good idea but the words simply weren’t there. Before she knew it her eyes were shut and his lips were on hers.
The click of the lock being opened jolted her and she immediately pushed Malfoy away. He seemed unfazed as he leaned in to her ear and whispered, “Well, this was fun. Let's do it again sometime,” right before striding through the newly open door.